This poem wasnt written
For a Boy or a Girl
It was written with
Not a care in the world
This poem wasn’t written
With you in mind
It wasn’t concerned with
What you think
Needs to be defined
This poem doesn’t care
What you think, you think
This poem doesn’t care
If the beat is going to sink
This poem is an iceberg
It just sank the titanic
This poem is the warning
That puts everyone in a panic
It wasn’t written
To go back in time,
It wasn’t written
To fast-forward or rewind
This poem doesn’t care
If you’re a lover or critic
It doesn’t care if you
Are a sweetheart or very acidic
This poem wasn’t written
To show you fantastical signs
Or write words of grandeur
Or semantics confines
This poem wasn’t written
With the end thought out
It was written at the moment
Of complete sheer doubt
It was written
To satisfy nothing at all
It was written
From the thought of a call
So I hope you don’t try
To figure it all out
Because then
You may miss the point
and You just may pout
This poem might be
Horrible from your observation
But this poem isn't
Based on your creed,
science, nation or religion
This poem is getting
Older with each lined written
It doesn't care if you
Have been shy or
If you have been bitten
This poem doesn’t care about the Pulitzer
You can keep your awards,
They’d fill up the isle of Great Britain
Now I must go I made my point
To write a horrible poem
To break all the rules
To invite the great King Jeroboam
So I will leave you with
A slap in the face
At the end of the stanza
Enjoy this annoying extravaganza
